Monthly Archives: December 2018

We land in Darwin at 4:50 AM and catch the backpacker bus to town. The guy who answers the hostel door is rude. It’s a sign of things to come. Australia is a land of irrationally frightened British-bred business shysters and rightfully wary, but hardly bowed Aborigines. Vic’s Bar serves up $1 meals each night to European upper-middle-class youth who are too scared to go to Southeast Asia – or anywhere else not populated with white people – whose parents are footing the bill. They’re playing it safe in a good white country between university degree and investment banking career. Continue reading →

Often in life one has to hit the bottom before things can improve. This seems especially true of travel. Just when we are ready to start choking every single person in this country, we roll into the small town of El Dorado – 100 kilometers south of Iguazu Falls and the problematic tri-border area where Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay meet.Continue reading →